Hello, my friends
I am writing three stories at the same time
one for my child's birthday
the other two for children abandoned in life (orphanage and children in difficulty in associations)
This week is busy, but I will reply to you very quickly about the games.
I kiss you.
Lolly
Peace and serenity to each of you (a small excerpt from the tales…)
When evening falls and the old man's house is nothing but a shadow, and a last surge of sunlight strikes the old man's gaze, wrenching from him a:
How magnificent it must be to know the friend!
Because he can't think of anything better to say… and that deep sigh, which he actually does!
The long-awaited friend; in his dreams and those nights fringed with hope…
The Deserted Island of Imaginary Friends, or the Journey Inside a Friend
to imagine,
to be made…
Only a child knows how to create friendship,
and let the kite soar at the whim of the wind, the swirls of these spontaneous and naive notes,
of a comrade,
of a sharing,
laughing: made of scraps of string and scraps of laughter
who, deep in the mouth, makes the friend sweet and the cranes' wings infinite
The old man, become a child again, reinvents the world to his liking, because, wherever his gaze falls,
he embraces its limits, and that he has no need to exist but to desire the friend
who becomes, in turn, that other of oneself.
I like the idea that I would have a friend and that I would not be enough to bear the greatness of such friendships.
Best regards